One afternoon this week as I was settling in for a cat nap, Mike asked me if I needed anything. I told him I was fine and would dream of colorful Gerbera daisies and white orchids- my favorite flowers. Whether I dreamt about them or not, I don't remember.
But when I got up and wandered to my desk, I stopped in shock when I saw a pot of brilliant orange Gerbera flowers and elegant white orchids. I had only slept for a little over an hour- how did he do this? He must have rushed out the door the minute I closed my eyes. The man has to be exhausted taking care of a sick wife and two elderly dogs with their own issues. So instead of catching a nap when I slept, he's running around town finding my favorite flowers.
I can't even think of words to describe how loved I felt. We've always been close but this has heightened our closeness to an unexpected intensity. And I would not have missed this experience we're having for anything. The things we talk about now- nothing is off limits and we're learning so much about each other.
After a quiet day yesterday, I was feeling good so we had our weekly Spades game with Jan and Mary. Jan and I were feeling pretty damn cocky as we went into the game, having won the previous two on earlier nights. We took off in the lead and stayed there though Mike and Mary were always nipping at our heels. Time for the last hand that would determine the outcome- we were tied. As we began playing I casually mentioned I'm dying of cancer and who knows if this will be our last game (cue the violins). And then Mary and Mike whooped our asses. Heartless bastards.